#hal jordon

[pinkiemachine]

Hehehe…

[arkangelo-7]

Things Bruce Wayne does at Justice League meetings that 100% confirm the fact that he is a Dad.

Makes attempts at referencing pop culture to try and relate to the younger members. The most memorable instance is when he told Flash to “keep running up that hill.” (Dick laughs for an hour when Wally tells him about it.)

Does the iconic groan/grunt whenever he sits down in his chair. It’s hilarious, but no one is dumb enough to laugh at the Batman.

Ensures that the background music exclusively plays Matchbox 20 and Nirvana. Diana is the only one who enjoys this.

Actively complain about how everyone is “ruining his floor” whenever they push back their chairs.

On that note, he also complains about crumbs getting everywhere whenever someone is snacking.

Will (covertly) ask Clark for grilling tips during breaks. Oliver overhears this once and has to go lay down out of shock, because Batman? Grilling?

Declines requests for new equipment/tools/etc. because they “have that at the Watchtower.” This inevitably leads to complaining from the entire JL.

Always, without fail, will ask Hal if he’s changed the oil in the spacecraft recently. Hal doesn’t know whether to be offended or not.

Randomly interrogates members on if they’ve messed with the Hall of Justice’s thermostat. They have not, in fact, touched the thermostat.

Someone needs to stop me because I literally cannot get the image of Bruce being the Typical Dad (tm) of the Justice League.

[brutaliashipper1]

Bruce: Oh hello

Talia: *sitting on his bed in a robe playing with her hair* hello beloved

Bruce: *looks up to see Constantine and Ghost maker playing rock paper scissors* what are they doing

Talia: Oh we are playing to see who gets to rail you first, I’m going last

Bruce: ah ok

Clark: *pops his head up from the side of the bed* Selina isn’t invited this time because she made fun of Constantine, so he placed a spell that makes it so she banished from your room

Selina: *banging on the window* THIS Is BULLSHIT!

Constantine: Haha take that! Try again later mate

Ghost: Fuck you I got here first so I should rail him

Hal: I’m just glad I’m invited

Bruce: so when are we doing this

Talia: no clue

Talia, begins to talk with Bruce as the others argue and Clark texts his ma that he won’t be home for dinner.

Bruce: ok wake me up when everyone’s decided

Selina: HAHA SURPRISE BITCHES!

Constantine: HOW DID U GET IN HERE

Selina: idk ask your ex girlfriend

Constantine: ah bollocks

[faiyaart]

Lots and lots of sketches

[kalamariboy]

[jokercw]

[fancy-possum]

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐇𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CW: alcohol use (reader is very drunk), protective Hal, emotional vulnerability, fluff and gentle pining.

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The bar was loud, smoky, and exactly the kind of place Hal Jordan usually loved.

Tonight, though, he wasn’t in the mood for the usual chaos. He’d just come off a long mission with the Corps, the kind that left even a cocky test pilot feeling a little too human. He wanted a drink, some quiet, and maybe a pretty face to flirt with to forget the stars for a while.

Then he saw you.

You were at the end of the bar, slumped over a half-empty glass, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Your dress was cute but rumpled, like you’d been there too long. Someone tried to lean in too close, and you waved them off with a tired laugh that didn’t reach your eyes.

Hal’s protective instincts flared instantly. He didn’t know you. Didn’t owe you anything. But something about the way you looked — small, overwhelmed, trying to hold it together — hit him like a yellow beam to the chest.

He slid onto the stool beside you before he could think better of it.

“Hey,” he said, voice easy but firm enough to cut through the noise. “You okay over here?”

You turned your head slowly, blinking at him like he was a mirage. “Who’re you?”

“Hal Jordan. Pilot. Occasional pain in the ass.” He flashed that signature cocky grin, but it softened when he saw how unsteady you were. “And you look like you could use some water instead of whatever’s in that glass.”

You laughed — a bright, tipsy sound that made his chest do something stupid. “Water’s boring. I’m celebrating. Or mourning. I can’t remember which.”

Hal signaled the bartender for water and a basket of fries. “Celebrating or mourning, you’re not doing it alone tonight. Not if I can help it.”

You tried to argue, but the words slurred together. Hal stayed close, shoulder brushing yours, making sure no one else got too near. When the water arrived, he gently pushed it into your hands.

“Drink,” he said, softer now. “Please. For me?”

You did, surprisingly obedient. Between sips, you told him bits and pieces — bad breakup, stressful job, the kind of night where everything felt too heavy. Hal listened without interrupting, his usual cocky charm dialed back to something quieter. Protective.

When you started swaying on the stool, he made a decision.

“Alright, sweetheart. Time to get you home.”

You protested weakly, but he was already paying your tab and helping you to your feet. His arm stayed around your waist the whole way out, steady and warm. Outside, the cool night air hit you like a slap. You stumbled, and Hal caught you easily, pulling you against his side.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Just lean on me.”

He called a cab (no Lantern ring tonight — he didn’t want to scare you). The whole ride to your apartment, he kept you talking — silly pilot stories, dumb jokes, anything to keep you awake and distracted. When you laughed at one of his terrible puns, his chest warmed in a way that he never really got to feel.

At your door, you fumbled with your keys. Hal took them gently, unlocking it for you.

“You’re really nice,” you said, swaying slightly as you stepped inside. “For a stranger.”

He smiled, small and genuine. “Not a stranger anymore. And I’m not always nice. But for you? I can try.”

You looked up at him, eyes soft and a little hazy. “Stay? Just until I fall asleep. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Hal hesitated. Then he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

He helped you to bed, tucking you in with careful hands. When you patted the spot beside you, he kicked off his shoes and lay on top of the covers, fully clothed, one arm draped loosely over your shoulders.

“You’re safe,” he whispered as your eyes drifted shut. “I’ve got you tonight.”

You fell asleep with your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

Hal stayed awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, feeling something warm and terrifying bloom in his chest.

You hadn’t even spoken to him sober.

But he already knew he was in trouble.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of someone humming off-key in your kitchen.

You sat up slowly, head pounding, and found Hal in your kitchen wearing last night’s shirt and a pair of your oversized sweatpants he must have found in a drawer. He looked ridiculously domestic.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said, flashing that cocky grin. “Coffee’s ready. Black with two sugars. Figured that was a safe guess.”

You blinked at him, memories of last night coming back in pieces. The bar. The water. Him bringing you home. The way he’d held you until you fell asleep.

“You stayed,” you said softly.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Yeah. You asked me to. And… I didn’t want to leave you alone. Not after last night.”

You walked over, taking the mug he offered. “Thank you. For taking care of me. Most guys would’ve just… left.”

Hal’s expression softened. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness.

“I’m not most guys,” he said quietly. “And I’d really like to see you again. Sober this time. If you want.”

Your heart did a slow, warm flip. You smiled up at him, small but real.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’d like that.”

Hal grinned — bright, boyish, and a little relieved. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Good. Because I think I’m already in trouble with you.”

You laughed, leaning into him. The coffee was perfect. The morning light was soft. And the man who’d taken care of you when you were at your most vulnerable was looking at you like you were the best thing he’d seen in years.

Hal Jordan had flown through stars and faced down monsters.

But nothing had ever scared him quite like the way you smiled at him.

And he was already falling.

a/n : he’s so kawaii I was smiling on the train while I wrote this

[urk-m]

Inspired by this lovely post by @imsorrybruce

"What is the meaning of this " Batman grunted from his seat

Hal huffed at Batman's tone and flipped one of the rocks- Purple, reflective and every side looked like a brand new ocean wave, a never ending tide-

"what, didn't you want to take a sample to study from Za'hrat ? Here's your sample" Hal imagines Batman's eyes must be narrowed behind the white lenses

___

Three months ago Hal Jordan found himself stumbling into a red sun planet called Za'hrat with Batman, courtesy of a mission that needed the justice league's detective and a Green Lantern.

When they landed Bruce stood with his boots in the sand , he stared straight ahead at the endless blue clouds drizzling softly , he was curious of what the rain's color would be so he lifted a hand , he was pleasantly surprised to find the drops painting his glove an opaque light blue reminiscent of the hue their own sky held , he had never seen water this color.

His obvious wonder and repressed fascination with the discovery made Hal smirk, he knew Batman would appreciate Za'hrat's beauty.

It's one of Hal's favorite planets to stop by. the orange skies behind pale blue clouds made for a beautiful picture , when flowers as Dark as the night sky bloomed in their season

the soft petals always reminded Hal of a one dark knight's cape

He just wished Bruce could've seen it.

"Hal, focus." All the thoughts of softness left his mind and pulled into sudden clarity when Batman presented him with a Rock, a very fuzzy rock. " scan This with your ring," huh? Hal's confused expression met Batman's blank, cowled face , he shrugged and moved to scan the Rock , only then did he notice Batman using his cape as a makeshift bag, storing multiple types of shiny star filled Rocks and solid spheres. holding it close to his chest protectively

His chest expanded in fondness at the sight , he couldn't pretend to say no " Sure."

Hal very much didn't know that the very safe rocks on Za'hrat are spiritual and connected to their home planet, the people of Za'hrat were kind in their rejection and refusal to allow Batman to carry seven samples back to earth. Even the suggestion of one sample was met with a firm no. It was strange to Hal

The Zu'hoor always allowed Him to take souvenirs out of the planet itself.

His chest puffed with pride at besting Batman this time

Hal turned to Bruce with his words on the tip of his tongue, the slight sag in Bruce's shoulders made him hesitate and the joke he was about to say a far away thought now, Bruce looked fine. He looks like he always did , but Hal can't bring himself to joke about it this time

The ride back to the watchtower was silent

___

"do you want it or not?" Hal put down the purple Rock for a Teal colored one, with the pattern not unlike Mint running like veins across the middle , rubbing his thumb roughly on its surface, the hints of uncertainty in his voice well hidden "just so you know I worked my butt off to get these," for you.

As if Batman read his thoughts, his earlier gruffness disappeared and For a second Hal almost believed that Batman blushed under the cowl. he grunted, and then reached for the black colored one, with sharp edges and tiny stars scattered around all over it like a version of the Galaxy, pressed by ground to mimic what's beyond the skies. this too, reminded him of Bruce

Bruce sighed and pushed the cowl back to reveal his face, more beautiful than any sight Hal's eyes fell on- tinted with the faintest pink high on his cheekbones he smiled at him and Hal felt his own cheeks heat up.

Bruce's mouth curved into a soft smile, finally looking up from the dark pebble in his hand "Hal," his eyes met Hal's , the lantern's breath hitched "Thank you."

Fuck